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Proud Science there, with purest Nature twined,
Give me the mind that, bent on highest aim, Deems virtue's rugged path sole path to fame; Great things with small compares, in scale sublime, And death with life! eternity with time! Man's whole existence weighs, sifts nature's laws, And views results in the embryo of their cause; Prepared to meet, with corresponding deeds, Events, as yet imprisoned in their seeds; Kens in his acorn hid, the king of trees, And freedom's germ in foul oppression sees ; Precedes the march of time— to ponder fate, And execute, while others meditate; That, deaf to present praise, the servile knee Rebukes, and says to glory- Follow me!
Come, beloved! the evening star
Come, beloved! the pleasant hour
KIRKSTALL ABBEY REVISITED.
The echoes of thy vaults are eloquent !
BY ALARIC A. WATTS.
LONG years have passed since last I strayed,
In boyhood, through thy roofless aisle,
Day's latest, loveliest smile ;-
up the sapphire skies of June !
The air around was breathing balm,
The aspen scarcely seemed to sway,
The river streamed away, –
Steeped in a flood of golden light,
Type of that hour of deep repose, In wan, wild beauty on my sight,
Thy time-worn tower arose, Brightening above the wreck of years, Like Faith amid a world of fears!
I climbed its dark and dizzy stair,
And gained its ivy-mantled brow;
The steps in youth I loved to tread,
Have sunk beneath the foot of Time; Like them, the daring hopes that led
Me, once, to heights sublime, Ambition's dazzling dreams, are o'er, And I may scale those heights no more!
And years have fled, and now I stand
Once more by thy deserted fane, Nerveless alike in heart and hand !
How changed by grief and pain, Since last I loitered here, and deemed Life was the fairy thing it seemed !
And gazing on thy crumbling walls,
What visions meet my mental eye! For every stone of thine recalls
Some trace of years gone by,— Some cherished bliss, too frail to last, Some hope decayed,- or passion past!
Ay, thoughts come thronging on my soul,
Of sunny youth's delightful morn;
By pining cares unworn,
How many a wild and withering woe
Hath seared my trusting heart since then ! What clouds of blight, consuming slow
The springs that life sustain,-
How bright is every scene beheld
In youth and hope's unclouded hours ! How darkly-youth and hope dispelled — The loveliest prospect lours :
Thou wert a splendid vision then ;-
Yet still thy turrets drink the light
Of summer evening's softest ray,
Still mantle thy decay;
But life's gay morn of ecstasy,
That made thee seem so more than fair,-
The soul to nobly dare,-
Farewell!-- Be still to other hearts
What thou wert long ago to mine;
Do thou a beacon shine,
Farewell!—I ask no richer boon,
Than that my parting hour may be
Thus thus to fade like thee,
To gild with glory my decay!